BRUISED

edging in

a closer look
to wait
and watch for dropping sounds
and lightness forms
a moon of sorts
we carry what we must not fail
and then…
to fall just in between
the dream of now and what was then
a means to wait
by letting go
but never being gone

Now very softly wandering
inside the proper way to show
that this is true in every way
the time to talk is ever close
and reading every layer of this
injecting random thoughts of hope
that carry home
then fade away
and yet…
the standing still can bring
the echoes of this fervent dream
to find that she has also stayed